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Based in Northern Kentucky and Cincinnati, we three are longtime single cycle riders. After early retirement, Karen and David bought a jumbo-sized Cannondale tandem. It's white (very), trimmed in red. We call it the Pillsbury Doughboy. We were joined by Bill, an old friend, on his 14-year old single Cannondale and made the call that started this adventure. He's supposedly retired but continues to find real work when he chooses.We planned to pedal self-supported across the U.S. in Spring 2011 from San Diego CA to St. Augustine FL. In beginning this adventure we agreed philosophically with Jean-Jacques Rousseau: "The person who has lived the most is not the one with the most years but the one with the richest experiences."

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Note to Self

Do not push husband out of motel door at 5:30 am to eat breakfast at Whattaburger and beat the morning traffic rush.
We bid Del Rio a notsofond adios (people were great, cityscape wasn't). Scary traffic, so we detoured to Route 90 on Railway Ave and startled a few chickens and kids waiting for school buses. Got into MORE traffic headed to the Air Force Base. It was a relief to see "just" ten cars per minute for awhile.
Finally got to Brackettville, about 30 miles down what David calls "rock and seal" road at 9:30. We'd planned a ride recovery day, staying at B-ville. Decided after a second and real breakfast at the Crazy Chicken Cafe, we'd head to the next town with services. Too early to call it a riding day.
Fifty two more miles on down the road, to Camp Wood. Well.. We did make it. That's the good.
The Ugly was pushing through hills (5-7 Mph) and headwind, and, David wants you to know, his favorite rock and seal paving.  If the headwinds didn't slow you down, the bumpy road would limit you to 10-12 Mph or risk damage to the bike. 
First day east of Del Rio Texas is starting to green up & I'm recovering from Whattaburger.
So, 82 miles, couple thousand feet of climbing, losing then gaining, repeating ad nauseum. Cycling vets know this drill. Repeat for half of Texas.  Does Texas ever have wind from the west?
It's now 6:30, we visited the local Mexican restaurant (good), and I've put in a reservation for a quart of chocolate milk at the local mini mart for tomorrow morning. I've learned to Plan. Big climbing, 36 miles, and no need whatsoever to push further than Vanderpool tomorrow.
Now that my legs have stopped quivering I can call it a day. 'Nite.
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